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The beach cottage always seemed smaller in person.
Naruto leaned forward in the car seat as they turned onto the narrow coastal road, eyes already scanning past the salt-bright windows and leaning telephone poles.
"Are we sure this place isn't just haunted?" he asked.
His mom snorted from the passenger seat.
"Only if you start acting normal," Kushina replied, flicking her red hair over her shoulder as she checked the address again. "And don't even think about turning this into a horror movie, Naruto."
"I wasn't thinking that," Naruto said immediately.
"You were."
Minato chuckled softly from the driver's seat, calm as ever.
"It's just for the summer," he said. 'A quiet place to rest, you know this Naruto. Although it's been a while since you were here. You probably don't remember it, huh?"
Naruto shook his head, and leaned back with a dramatic sigh. "Quiet sounds like suffering."
Kushina reached back and lightly smacked his shoulder. "Quiet sounds like rest."
Naruto didn't respond. He was already staring out the window again as the cottage came into full view.
Old. Wooden. Slightly tilted like it had survived too many storms and decided it was done trying to impress anyone.
Perfect.
Moving in didn't take long.
The place was mostly empty except for the few basics: a kitchen that smelled faintly like sea salt, a living room with faded furniture, and stairs that creaked like they had opinions.
Naruto claimed the upstairs room immediately.
"Top floor," he said. "Good view. Strategic position."
"You're twelve," Kushina said flatly.
"Exactly," Naruto replied.
Minato just smiled like this was a normal every day thing, when it came to Naruto, it definitely was.
By late afternoon, the house had settled into a quiet rhythm-boxes unpacked, windows open, and a soft salty ocean breeze drifting through the thin curtains.
Naruto lasted exactly forty-seven minutes before getting bored.
"Im exploring," he announced.
"Don't get lost," Kushina called after him.
"I won't," he said, already halfway up the stairs.
He ended up in the attic by accident.
Or curiosity.
Or boredom disguised as curiosity.
The ladder creaked under his weight as he pulled himself up, expecting dust, maybe old furniture, maybe something mildly interesting.
Instead, the attic felt...still.
Not empty.
Just untouched.
Like nobody had been up there in a long time.
Sunlight filtered in through a small window, cutting across wooden beams and settled dust like suspended snow.
Naruto wrinkled his nose.
"Okay, yeah. Definitely haunted."
He started walking anyway, something about the space made him quieter without meaning to be. Behind a loose beam near the corner, half-hidden under a faded tarp, he noticed something.
A shape.
Naruto crouched down.
It was a journal.
Old leather cover. Worn edges. No name. No markings.
Like it had been waiting on purpose.
He hesitated for a second longer than usual.
Then opened it.
Empty pages.
All of them blank-until the very first one.
Neat handwriting.
Controlled. Precise. Almost too careful.
If you're reading this, write back.
Naruto stared at it.
Then frowned.
"Yeah, right," he muttered.
He glanced toward the attic door.
No footsteps.
No hidden cameras.
No laughing relatives jumping out to say "got you."
Just him.
"...This is probably just a prank," he decided, speaking out loud to no one in particular.
Still, he pulled a pencil from his pocket. He wasn't sure why he had it, yet he wrote anyways.
Why?
Closed the journal.
And left it there. Right where he found it.
That evening, the house smelled like dinner and ocean air.
Kushina was unpacking the kitchen. Minato was fixing a loose cabinet door. Naruto was pretending he wasn't thinking about a certain notebook in the attic.
He almost made it.
Almost.
The next morning, Naruto woke up early.
Not because he wanted to.
Because something was tapping.
Not loud.
Not urgent.
Just... steady.
Patient.
He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
The house was quiet except for the ocean outside, the sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore was enough to put him right back to sleep.
He would've, but then he remembered.
The attic.
"No way," he muttered.
He was up the stairs before he could think better of it. Or talk himself out of doing this.
The attic looked the same.
Still dusty.
Still silent.
Still untouched.
Except the journal was open.
Naruto stopped, eyes widening in disbelief.
Then he slowly walked forward, the floorboards creaking under the weight of each step.
The page he'd written on yesterday was no longer blank.
new handwriting sat beneath his words.
Because that's a stupid answer.
Naruto blinked.
Once.
Twice.
"...Okay," he said quietly. "That's new."
A pause.
Then, despite every rational thought telling him to leave it alone-
He sat down on the attic floor.
And wrote back.